Of Sherly, Stafford, Blunt, are in my arms; [They fight, Dowglas flyeth. Chearly, my lord; how fares your Grace? Sir Nicholas Garfey hath for fuccour fent, And fo hath Clifton: I'll to Clifton ftrait. K. Henry. Stay, and breathe a while; And fhew'd, thou mak'ft fome tender of my life, P. Henry. O heav'n! they did me too much injury,' K. Henry. Make up to Clifton, I'll to Sir Nicholas Gawfey. Enter Hot-fpur. [Exit. Hot. If I miftake not, thou art Harry Monmouth. P. Henry. Then I fee A very valiant Rebel of that name. I am the Prince of Wales: and think not, Percy, Two Stars keep not their motion in one sphere; Hot. Nor fhall it, Harry, for the hour is come P. Henry. I'll make it greater, ere I part from thee; And all the budding honours on thy creft I'll crop, to make a garland for my head. Hot. I can no longer brook thy vanities. [Fight. Enter Enter Falftaff. Fal. Well faid, Hal; to it, Hal. Nay, you fhall find no boy's play here, I can tell you. Enter Dowglas, he fights with Falstaff, who falls down as if he were dead. The Prince kills Percy. Hot. O, Harry, thou haft robb'd me of my youth : I better brook the loss of brittle life, Than those proud Titles thou haft won of me; [Dies P. Henry. Worms, brave Percy. Fare thee well! A Kingdom for it was too fmall a bound: Is room enough! this earth, that bears thee dead, If thou wert fenfible of courtefie, I should not make fo great a fhow of zeal. [He fees Falstaff. H 5 Imbowell'd Imbowell'd will I fee thee by and by, Falstaff rifes. - [Exit. Fal. Imbowell'd! if thou imbowel me to day, I'll give you leave to powder me, and eat me to morrow! 'Sblood, 'twas time to counterfeit, or that hot termagant Scot had paid me fcot and lot too. Counterfeit ? I lie, I am no counterfeit; to die, is to be a counterfeit; for he is but the counterfeit of a man, who hath not the life of a man: but to counterfeit dying, when a man thereby liveth, is to be no counterfeit, but the true and perfect image of life, indeed. The better part of valour is difcretion; in the which better part, I have faved my life. I am afraid of this gun-powder Percy, though he be dead. How if he fhould counterfeit too, and rife? I am afraid, he would prove the better counterfeit; therefore I'll make him fure; yea, and I'll fwear, I kill'd him. Why may not he rife as well as I ? nothing confutes me but eyes, and no body fees me. Therefore, firrah, with a new wound in your thigh come you along with me. [Takes Hot-fpur on his back. Enter Prince Henry, and John of Lancaster. P. Henry. Come, brother John, full bravely haft thou fleiht Thy maiden fword. Lan. But foft! whom have we here? Did you not tell me, this fat man was dead ? And breathlefs on the ground: art thou alive, I pr'ythee, fpeak, we will not trult our eyes Fal. No, that's certain; I am not a double man; but if I am not Jack Falfiaff, then am I a Jack: there is Percy, if your father will do me any honour, fo; if not, let him kill the next Percy himself. I look either to be Earl or Duke, I can affure you. P. Henry. Why, Percy I kill'd my felf, and faw thee dead. Fal. Fal. Did'st thou ? lord, lord, how the world is giv'n to lying! I grant you, I was down, and out of breath, and fo was he; but we rofe both at an inftant, and fought a long hour by Shrewsbury clock: if I may be believed, fo; if not, let them, that fhould reward valour, bear the fin upon their own heads. I'll take't on my death, I gave him this wound in the thigh; if the man were alive, and would deny it, I would make him eat a piece of my sword. Lan. This is the strangest Tale that e'er I heard. P. Henry. This is the ftrangeft fellow, brother John. Come, bring your luggage nobly on your back: For my part, if a Lie may do thee grace, I'll gild it with the happiest terms I have. [A retreat is founded. The trumpets found retreat, the day is ours: Come, brother, let's to th' highest of the field, To fee what friends are living, who are dead. [Exeunt. Fal. I'll follow, as they fay, for reward. He that rewards me, heav'n reward him! If I do grow great, I'll grow lefs; for I'll purge, and leave fack, and live cleanly, as a noble man fhould do. [Exit. The Trumpets found: Enter King Henry, Prince of Wales, K. Henry. Thus ever did Rebellion find rebuke. If like a chriftian thou had'ft truly borne Wor. What I have done, my fafety urg'd me to; K. Henry. Bear Worcester to death, and Vernon too. Other Other Offenders we will pause upon. [Exeunt Worcester and Vernon, guarded. How goes the field? P. Henry. The gallant Scot, lord Douglas, when he faw Upon the foot of fear, fled with the reft; K. Henry. With all my heart. P. Henry. Then, brother John of Lancaster, to you This honourable bounty fhall belong : Go to the Douglas, and deliver him Lan. I thank your Grace for this high courtefie, K. Henry. Then this remains; that we divide our Power. You fon John, and my coufin Weftmorland, Tow'rds York fhall bend you, with your dearest speed, My felf and You, fon Harry, will tow'rds Wales, [Exeunt. The |